Not purifying the Origin on a stormy day would originally be considered inadequate. But since the Cthulhu King's will had voluntarily came out, it was an entirely different story.
Under the blue and white light, Garen did not have any intentions of taking action. He merely stood still and turned his head to continue looking at the Origin in the tactic formation.
Beckstone and Tina watched Garen with extreme caution. They didn't dare to get too close, hence they stayed close to the wall while walking towards Hannet and his uncle.
The hut was terrifyingly quiet. Only the crackling sounds from the blue lightning arcs could be heard from time to time.
As the blue light glowed on Garen's face, it seemed to reflect a hint of coldness.
As the strange aura of the Cthulhu's Origin became denser, some white gas was slowly diffusing out. The gas seemed intangible, appearing and then disappearing again.
Crash!!
